Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 16,211 Points (Troy New York)

What A Pleasure It Is - Poem by Shalom Freedman


What a pleasure it is,
To walk without pain-
To not have to watch every step-
To not feel suddenly a stabbing ache
When one puts one foot on the ground-

What a pleasure
Not to have to think of my knees my tendons
And to walk and just walk,
And to see whatever I see before me-

What a pleasure just to be alright
And to appreciate in old age
A gift one took for granted in one's youth.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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